Sasori Novels & Stories

“Your cholesterol isn’t too good at the moment.” Toby ignored her, and just when she thought she couldn’t handle the brothers staring at her in silence any longer and was ready to leave this weird situation in the past, Sebastian said, “So you’re Sally?” Sakura felt her cheeks turn hot. “My name is Sakura. Pronounced Sa-ku-ra. It’s a Japanese name meaning cherry blossom.” She thought she really needed to get that important information out for them to understand. She really did hate the name Sally. It rhymed with silly, after all.

No one was there. “Here she is….” A masculine voice said from behind me. I spun around and met his terrified blue eyes. He was the same tattooed and ginger-haired man. Devito! He smirked and strolled towards me, leering. “You look more beautiful than before.” He held his hand out. “You were in such a hurry that day that we didn’t get time to introduce ourselves. I’m Leo Devito.” I looked away and stepped back from him. “Where is Cassius?”

Hagakure Sorahiko is an amusing little thing. Small, omegan, and funny as hell. The funniest part is that the omega in question would strongly disagree with his assessment. It would probably be more accurate to say that, the omega will strongly reject his evaluation. Seeing as the omega seems to enjoy rejecting his existence. It’s bloody hilarious. ‘Only my friend calls me Sora’. He had obliged, hadn’t he? He calls him ‘Sorahiko’ instead.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

her hand waved behind me and my faint eyes trailed her waving hand. My smile widened and my cheeks heated up as I found myself in a sweet nightmare. I had just teleported into a dream. A sweet one. The beast was in this nightmare, standing in front of me. His Gamma and Beta also stood beside him. “You came with Beta Max. This is perfect,” Sophia clapped in excitement. She was also in my beautiful dream. “How much did they drink?” The beast asked.

She pulled the phone out of her purse and answered. "Hello?" "Miss Musso, a pleasure. I need my special order," said a male voice on the other line. "What a pushy customer," she thought. "A special order? What, size forty-five or something?" she asked sarcastically. Hearing this, Romero glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "I’m not talking about fabrics," the man responded angrily. "Then what are you talking about?" she asked, thinking this was some kind of prank. "Organs."

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *